Song | August Was A Heavy Month |
Artist | Bob Geldof |
Album | Deep In The Heart Of Nowhere |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Geldof | |
I'll take another photograph | |
Before the old one fades | |
It reminds me of those things that past | |
And quickly passed away | |
But it comes on in the early night | |
Creeping up on you | |
Those scenes of devastation | |
Crushing down on cue | |
These days are growing colder now | |
The light is growing dim | |
August was a heavy month | |
And now the nights are drawing in | |
Poor Baby Blue's wrapped up again | |
Inside her final pain | |
I'd help her if I could I say | |
She puts us all to shame | |
Alright, alright I know I've got a lot | |
Left to answer for | |
But am I the only one to blame | |
And anyway who's keeping score | |
But the grass seems so much brighter now | |
She's spilled her blood again | |
August was a heavy month | |
Wash it down September rain | |
Baby Blue picks up her life tonight | |
And rushes for the Chelsea train | |
All the stars shine down on her tonight | |
And August was a heavy month | |
The photograph is cracked and torn | |
From being picked up, put down | |
Like some holy relic | |
Whose worshippers are found | |
Searching through their sacred books | |
For the holy grail of "why" | |
But the total sum of knowledge | |
Knows no more than you or I | |
Alright, alright says Baby Blue | |
Who doesn't really understand | |
August was a heavy month | |
But winter came at last. |
zuo qu : Geldof | |
I' ll take another photograph | |
Before the old one fades | |
It reminds me of those things that past | |
And quickly passed away | |
But it comes on in the early night | |
Creeping up on you | |
Those scenes of devastation | |
Crushing down on cue | |
These days are growing colder now | |
The light is growing dim | |
August was a heavy month | |
And now the nights are drawing in | |
Poor Baby Blue' s wrapped up again | |
Inside her final pain | |
I' d help her if I could I say | |
She puts us all to shame | |
Alright, alright I know I' ve got a lot | |
Left to answer for | |
But am I the only one to blame | |
And anyway who' s keeping score | |
But the grass seems so much brighter now | |
She' s spilled her blood again | |
August was a heavy month | |
Wash it down September rain | |
Baby Blue picks up her life tonight | |
And rushes for the Chelsea train | |
All the stars shine down on her tonight | |
And August was a heavy month | |
The photograph is cracked and torn | |
From being picked up, put down | |
Like some holy relic | |
Whose worshippers are found | |
Searching through their sacred books | |
For the holy grail of " why" | |
But the total sum of knowledge | |
Knows no more than you or I | |
Alright, alright says Baby Blue | |
Who doesn' t really understand | |
August was a heavy month | |
But winter came at last. |
zuò qǔ : Geldof | |
I' ll take another photograph | |
Before the old one fades | |
It reminds me of those things that past | |
And quickly passed away | |
But it comes on in the early night | |
Creeping up on you | |
Those scenes of devastation | |
Crushing down on cue | |
These days are growing colder now | |
The light is growing dim | |
August was a heavy month | |
And now the nights are drawing in | |
Poor Baby Blue' s wrapped up again | |
Inside her final pain | |
I' d help her if I could I say | |
She puts us all to shame | |
Alright, alright I know I' ve got a lot | |
Left to answer for | |
But am I the only one to blame | |
And anyway who' s keeping score | |
But the grass seems so much brighter now | |
She' s spilled her blood again | |
August was a heavy month | |
Wash it down September rain | |
Baby Blue picks up her life tonight | |
And rushes for the Chelsea train | |
All the stars shine down on her tonight | |
And August was a heavy month | |
The photograph is cracked and torn | |
From being picked up, put down | |
Like some holy relic | |
Whose worshippers are found | |
Searching through their sacred books | |
For the holy grail of " why" | |
But the total sum of knowledge | |
Knows no more than you or I | |
Alright, alright says Baby Blue | |
Who doesn' t really understand | |
August was a heavy month | |
But winter came at last. |